Ravel sighed as she leaned against the counter of the local hardware store. She had almost forgotten she had a job here. Her streaming picking up, and then her rediscovery of diapers had been taking up a lot of her time. Now it had gotten to the point where she basically had to come into work or she would lose this job. She felt bad about it honestly. She had been putting it off and the owner had been nothing but nice and understanding to her. He really helped her get on her feet and survive and now she was blowing her off.

Despite that though, she didn’t want to be here today, or really any day. Not only was it a pretty tiresome job, but also she couldn’t help but feel that time at work was time she didn’t have wearing diapers. She couldn’t wear the two new onesies she had ordered and had just arrived to work, but it was more than that. Since it was a hardware store wearing a skirt wasn’t really practical, and without the extra room, she couldn’t really wear diapers discretely. She couldn’t really wear pull-ups either. Not that they didn’t fit, but they wouldn't last the whole day. The stuffies pull-ups were pretty amazing, but even with them, one pull-up over a whole eight hour shift was not an appealing prospect even for someone into the idea like Ravel was. Ravel was still wearing a pull-up, but she had written off using it on purpose. She was using the bathroom. She was starting to have disdain at even the thought of entering the place.

Ravel thought to distract herself by doing some inventory. No one was coming into the store right now, and the only thing that would prompt them to come in would be if she left the counter to do something else. She grabbed a clipboard and made her way to an aisle of screws to mark which ones were low.

“Yer lookin more annoyed than usual,” the voice of Leroy the owner said calmly.

“Jesus Christ!” Ravel screamed in shock dropping the clipboard as she turned to glare at Leroy. Leroy chuckled at Ravel’s shock as she picked up the clipboard off the ground. Ravel couldn’t help but blush. Not really at being startled, that happened a lot, Leroy was surprisingly quiet and loved startling people. The source of the embarrassment was that, in her shock, she actually wet her pull-up, if only a little. She couldn’t help but feel like Leroy’s chuckling was not at her being scared but at her wetting herself, even though she knew there was no way he could tell she had done that. She stood up and composed herself, shooting Leroy a look but still not hiding the blush. “You’re like a ghost or something.”

“I ain’t dead yet!” Leroy said angrily.

“Not what I meant,” Ravel sighed apologetically.

“Where you been at anyway? You damn near burnt all yer time off, and I had to drag ye in here today.”

“Yeah,” Ravel grimaced the feelings of shame coming up again. “Sorry about that. Streaming has been picking up and it’s been taking a lot of my time.”

“I can tell. Yer doin good enough to get ya a new car.”

“Used,” Ravel corrected.

“Cars a car aint it?” Leroy asked. “An it’s new to you. Don’t sell yerself short got plenty o men that’ll do that to ya without you helpin em.”

“You got that right,” Ravel said knowingly. There were plenty such men that came into the shop and condescended to her at the time. It was a bit of a marvel that in a town this small word hadn’t gotten around that Ravel knew what she was talking about. Though the image of Ravel the crafty handywoman who knows her stuff was a big contrast to Ravel the cute and helpless baby who wets herself, and Ravel wondered what it says about her that she prefers the later to the former. The later was also making significantly more money.

“I actually been meanin to talk to you about that,” Leroy said with some uncomfortability which was unusual for him.

“This doesn’t sound good,” Ravel said looking back to the old man. He did not give a clever wisecrack response which meant that it probably wasn’t good.

“Be honest with me here. Do you really wanna stay workin here?” Leroy asked.

“That’s a complicated question,” Ravel admitted. “I’m not gonna lie and say this is the highlight of my day, but I need a job.”

“You have another job.”

“I need a real job.”

“Oh, come on Ravel,” Leroy exclaimed suddenly. “It got you a car it’s a real enough job.”

“What are you getting at?” Ravel asked trying to see through the old man’s expression.

“Ravel this is a part time job for high schoolers. Yer pushin thirty.”

“So? I can still do this at thirty.”

“That’s not what I’m sayin Ravel. You gotta start puttin effort into the thing that’s gonna give you a future. Now I love havin you work here, but this job ain’t gonna give you a future. It gives you a leg to stand on and you already got that. I think it’s time for you to leave.”

“You’re firing me?”

“Don’t be like that,” Leroy sighed in a very distinct way that made Ravel feel bad that she would ever think he would do that to her. “This is about you puttin yer focus where you need to put it. I’m doin this because I care about you. Yer holdin yourself back workin here. I know that, and deep down you know that.” Ravel had to stop for a second because suddenly it became apparent to her that she did know that. She had known that the whole time, but Leroy being so open about it had brought it to the surface.

“So, you are firing me?” Ravel asked more for confirmation.

“Only if you make me,” Leroy admitted. “I’m askin you to quit. Because it’s the best thing for you.” Ravel sniffled a little. Despite everything losing a job is never an easy thing.

“All right Leroy,” Ravel said solemnly. “I guess this is my two weeks’ notice.” Leroy smiled and put a hand on Ravel’s shoulders and tapped it twice gently.

“Hey if anything happens and you need it, I’m still gonna be here. For a few more years anyway,” Leroy chuckled. Ravel smiled back at him. “And hey you better be comin in those last two weeks,” Leroy said in his usual tone as he walked off. “You don’t have any time off left.”

“Sure thing ya old asshole,” Ravel said matching his tone. He cackled as he walked back to the store and Ravel went back to work.

Now that she was alone Ravel though to check her pull-up. Her little accident earlier had not been the only such accident today. Despite having to use the bathroom all day she would still need to change her pull-up. Thankfully, she did remember to bring a change in her purse, though she wasn’t looking forward to changing a pull-up at work. She was worried what Leroy might think, but, being an old southern gentleman, he had no understanding of “women’s issues” and no desire to learn more. Ravel could likely explain the pull-up in the trash away if he did ask quesitons. She had to wonder if this would get worse as she stepped into this new stage of her life. With less reasons to not wear diapers, would these little accidents Ravel was experiencing become more frequent? Would she even care if she was going to be padded all the time anyway?

Ravel worked the rest of the day away, though it was impossible to fully distract herself from what had just occurred. She found herself in a surreal position of forcing effort into a job she wouldn’t have in a few days. The day did finally end though and with a shout to Leroy Ravel made her way out and started the walk back to her apartment. She felt the replacement pull-up and, after making sure it was dry, willingly released her bladder into for the first time that day. It immediately improved her mood. She grinned as she felt the warm pull-up between her.

“My my poor baby,” The mommy in Ravel’s head cooed. This mommy voice had taken more and more permanent residence in her thoughts. “You are absolutely soaked, though I could have guessed that would happen. We’ll have to get you home and in a fresh diaper.” Ravel smiled at the thought as she continued her walk. This little trip into fantasy would have to wait until she got home. Until then she figured that Donna Sue deserved an update.

Ravel opened her phone to send the text message but got distracted by notifications. One in particular from Chaos.

SmolSally: Bandsy? I’m Sally. I was hoping we could chat when you have the time.

The shock caused Ravel to stop in her tracks. SmolSally. The same SmolSally that Ravel had watched mess her diaper live on stream. The one that had been a crucial turning point on her dive into diaper streaming for better or for worse. Her profile picture was a picture of herself smiling behind a pacifier, which was big evidence that this was really her. Ravel started walking again. It didn’t take long before she came up with a theory on why this was happening. Obviously, it was her last visit to the Baby Bouncer Power Hour that was the culprit. SmolSally must have been watching, and Ravel knew she probably did watch or would at least have been informed about what was said on it since she was a regular guest. Ravel’s first thought was that she had somehow offended SmolSally. She caught herself before going down that rabbit hole. She didn’t know for sure that’s the reason why she was being contacted. She decided to hope for the best prepare for the worst.

Bandsy: Oh hi. I wasn’t expecting a message from you. We can totally chat. I just got home from work so I have some time.

That wasn’t entirely true, though her apartment wasn’t that far away. The potential for a serious conversation did dampen Ravel’s mood somewhat, but serious conversation or not she had a diaper waiting for her at home and that would brighten her mood.

As she reached the top of her stairs Ravel cursed herself. She had become distracted and didn’t make her planned text to Donna Sue informing her of her recent job change.

“Diaper first,” Ravel thought to herself as she struggled to put everything in order in her mind. It was remarkable how much clearer things became when the diaper was taped around her waist. It was one of the Magical Mushroom diapers, complete with the little fairy village print on the landing zone that Ravel thought was adorable.

With a diaper around her waist and after a few wiggles appreciating the crinkling sound they admitted plans suddenly formed in Ravel’s mind. The best thing to do at the moment was wait for a response from Sally. It wouldn’t be ideal to start a serious conversation with Donna Sue only to interrupt it to have a conversation with someone else. Ravel looked at her phone and didn’t have a response from Sally yet. There was no telling when she would respond which left Ravel with a single thought. She could definitely put on a onesie in that time.

She did just that. Enjoying the unknown amount of time between now and whenever Sally messaged her back doing what she had missed out on doing all day. With a onesie on, a bottle full of water, a diaper waiting to be filled, and a pacifier in her mouth Ravel curled onto her bed and simply enjoyed how comfortable she felt. It only dawned on her as she was laying down that this might not be the best outfit to have a serious conversation in, if that’s what was going to happen. Ravel chuckled as she imagined what Donna Sue and SmolSally might think if they knew what she was wearing. SmolSally would probably take it better than Donna Sue, but Donna Sue had been pretty supportive of Ravel being little as long as it was her idea.

Ravel didn’t have long to think on this idea as her phone dinged and her waiting came to an end.

SmolSally: Sorry was taking some pics for cosmic fans. I can still chat if ur around.

Bandsy: Sure, what’s up? Hopefully not anything bad.

SmolSally: Not at all. I was actually coming to ask if you wanted to collab. Sorry I still don’t know how to ask that like a cool kid XD.

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next chapter everyone. Looks like Ravel is getting pushed further into her streaming career whether she wants to or not, but we've already got a fun collab looming in the works. I hope you enjoy, and if you did consider giving me some money over on my ream https://reamstories.com/bigred0603 or subscribe star https://subscribestar.adult/bigred0603 pages.